Claire Novak had run away from Cas again, which wasn't a surprise to you at all. You'd have done the same when you were an angsty teenager. The only problem was that Cas had left Dean and you to watch her while he tried to find her mother. And there was only so much you could do; Dean wouldn't let you lift half a finger when you had a day off. He sits next to you on the couch, muscular arms crossed as he watches Claire pace with a knowing smirk.

"Whoa. Hey, Miley Cyrus. Settle."

Claire whips around, glaring at him.

"Eat me, Hasselhoff."

Dean splutters as she stomps off down the bunker's hall, towards the library.

"I didn't deserve that."

Dean whines, uncrossing his arms to turn on your show now that she had left you both alone.

"You kinda did. You insulted her; she insulted you back. That's how it works."

You respond as he all but pounces on you, laying his head on your chest like some touch deprived cat.

"Well, it shouldn't work like that. And you're supposed to be on my side."

Dean grumbles, huffing out a warm breath against your clavicle.

"Don't need another sassy teenager to babysit. Already got you."